The Beautiful CEO’s Super Soldier King
Chapter 1033 [Rude Old Bastard]

Chapter 1033: Chapter 1033 [Rude Old Bastard]

This woman is even scarier than Chu Qingxue; Chu Qingxue was competitive before, but Ji Qiushui simply isn’t afraid, as if in her eyes, there’s no difference between men and women.

But Ye Chenfeng just didn’t want to believe it; he said indignantly, "I’ll pull back the covers, let’s see if you have the guts to not run!"

"I won’t run!" Ji Qiushui looked at Ye Chenfeng with disdain.

"Damn, woman, are you provoking me?"

Ye Chenfeng roared in anger and suddenly yanked off the covers, standing up completely in front of Ji Qiushui.

"Exhibitionist!"

Ji Qiushui’s face changed drastically, she cursed loudly and fled out the door.

"Haha, I used to think you didn’t have an ounce of femininity, but it turns out I was wrong." Ye Chenfeng stood on the bed like a victorious rooster, with an indescribable smug look on his face.

After Ye Chenfeng got dressed and came out of the room, he suddenly felt a fierce force coming at him.

He turned his head and saw that it was Ji Qiushui throwing a straight punch at him.

She actually hid by the door to ambush me; this woman has a deep scheme.

Ye Chenfeng rolled away in an awkward position, barely escaping Ji Qiushui’s grip.

Hmm?

Ji Qiushui frowned, a hint of surprise flickering in her eyes. Apparently, she didn’t expect Ye Chenfeng to dodge this punch.

"Woman, I’m about to undress."

Seeing Ji Qiushui pounce again, Ye Chenfeng made a motion to pull down his pants, which immediately caused Ji Qiushui to stop.

"Woman, why did you run earlier? Are you shy?" Ye Chenfeng boasted arrogantly.

"Exhibitionist!"

Ji Qiushui turned her back on Ye Chenfeng and left first.

Ye Chenfeng followed, as Ji Qingrong had notified him earlier that there was something to discuss.

Ji Family!

Not inferior to the Qin Family, the imposing construction alone speaks of the aura of a great family, which is not just for show.

"Hmm? Miss actually brought a man back alone?"

The security guard at the gate saw it was Ji Qiushui’s car and let it through immediately, but also noticed Ye Chenfeng in Ji Qiushui’s car.

"Hurry up and inform Mr. Ji Xiaofeng that Miss brought a man back."

While Ji Qiushui was driving in the Ji Family compound, she suddenly received a call and just responded a few times.

She actually made a turn and headed back in the direction she came from.

"What’s going on? Why are we going back?" Ye Chenfeng asked puzzledly.

"My father wants to see you!" Ji Qiushui said.

"Your father wants to see me?" Ye Chenfeng was even more surprised.

Ji Qiushui nodded: "Yes, probably found out about you just now, so he wants to meet you."

Ye Chenfeng looked frustrated, what kind of matter is this? From his perspective, he was very unwilling to meet the Ji Family members.

Meeting Ji Qingrong was because he already knew about his own identity, and Ye Chenfeng felt that now wasn’t the time to meet with the Ye Family or the Ji Family.

The car stopped in front of a luxurious villa, styled in Mediterranean blue and white, appearing generous and natural. It exuded an ancient, noble rustic and cultural taste.

He vaguely remembered coming to the Ji Family when he was little, but it wasn’t the same as now.

Entering the villa felt like entering a palace, resplendent and magnificent, revealing luxury and nobility at every turn.

"Miss, Mr. Ji is waiting for this gentleman on the second floor."

A middle-aged man who looked like a butler walked over, and from his steady steps, it was clear this man was definitely skilled.

Ji Qiushui gave Ye Chenfeng a few words of advice: "My father wants to see you alone, so I won’t be going. I hope you watch what you say, my father’s temper is not good."

"Can his temper be worse than yours?"

Ye Chenfeng left behind a seething Ji Qiushui and followed the butler to the second floor.

"Sir, Mr. Ji is waiting for you inside." The butler stopped at the door.

"Thank you!" Ye Chenfeng said thank you, and then gently knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

A loud, slightly magnetic voice came from inside the room.

Clang, Ye Chenfeng pushed the door open gently and went inside.

It turned out to be a study, and upon opening the door, the first thing he saw was the wall full of paintings and calligraphy, there was even a Along the River During the Qingming Festival!

And the owner of the study was dressed in white, writing at the desk, just from his back you could tell he was extraordinary. How could the Eight Great Families produce a good-for-nothing?

Ye Chenfeng gently walked closer, and upon looking carefully, saw a piece of paper the size of a table with Ouyang Xiu’s famous line: "The interest of the wino lies not in the wine," but the word ’wine’ was missing a stroke.

"Great calligraphy!"

Ye Chenfeng sincerely praised it; the writing was grand and unrestrained, yet upon closer inspection, it bore an element of meticulous refinement.

When that person heard Ye Chenfeng’s praise, he turned around to examine Ye Chenfeng, his eyes as sharp as blades, seemingly able to penetrate a person.

But Ye Chenfeng had faced many storms; he wouldn’t panic from someone just looking a few times, that wouldn’t be Ye Chenfeng.

But suddenly reading a hint of disdain and dissatisfaction from the other’s eyes, Ye Chenfeng suddenly got angry, glaring back with wide eyes; in this aspect, Ye Chenfeng had the upper hand.

Sure enough, after Ye Chenfeng launched his offensive, Ji Xiaofeng withdrew his intense gaze. His face, however, was full of discontent.

This made Ye Chenfeng even angrier; he was already in a bad mood today, and now you won’t give me a good face.

"Great calligraphy, so tell me how it’s great?" Ji Xiaofeng asked with a smiling expression, his eyes carried an indescribable flavor.

Ye Chenfeng snorted coldly: "Great calligraphy, did I say great calligraphy? I clearly said it’s great paper, but this great paper is wasted. Also, old dude, can’t you write Chinese characters? The left side of ’wine’ needs three strokes."

"Haha..." Ji Xiaofeng wore a face full of mirth.

The scorn on his face grew deeper as if mocking Ye Chenfeng’s ignorance.

Ye Chenfeng’s expression became even unhappier: "Old man, I think you’re bored stiff and lacking in manners. First, you knew guests were coming, yet you have them meet you in your study. Second, when I entered, you turned your back to the guest. Third, I stood behind you for quite a while, and you didn’t even offer a courteous word. Fourth, once you saw me, you looked me over with mockery instead of the minimum politeness, so overall, you’re an uncultured, rude old bastard!"

"Hahaha..." Ji Xiaofeng suddenly continued laughing, saying nothing.

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Chenfeng asked furiously.

Ji Xiaofeng’s expression changed, and he stated word by word: "Kid, you don’t even catch my eye at all! Or I should say, you disappoint me greatly!"